From Not to IS.


GLORIOUS COLORS

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Ah, the wild imagination of man without God.  That he calls what IS as though it were not. 

Ah, the Glorious strength of God.  That He calls what is not as though it IS.

Bend the knee and worship He who redeems the wicked!

By His Grace.

What do I Know of the Night Sky?


The oldest star of our Galaxy: HE 1523-0901

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I step out early while the stars proclaim the season.  The Sun will soon take their place.  There are noises of night that the day does not hear.  Few move.  Most are sleeping.  What an awesome time of reflection.

Note how the stars move.  Silent in their position and obedient to the Lord to shine for billions of years.  They do not care that I see them.  They take no notice of the cycle of day and night here.  God has placed them where He saw fit.  And He has not given man any more information as to why.  He told us that they are placed in their positions to help us note the seasons.  And while men speculate regarding other planets where life like ours might exist, speculation is all man has about the stars.

I come inside to ponder what I saw.  What of life on other planets?  I shrug my spiritual shoulders.  “What is that to me?”  I live here on this blue marble.  Even at this moment I have no concern regarding life on any other planet.  My concern ends at the limit of my ability to do something about my concern.  The work I have to do is limited to the skin I wear.  And study of things “other” is fascinating, but relatively useless.  I am forced to admit that I don’t even know how to read the stars positions for the purpose God told us He created them.  I can’t tell the position of the stars for summer anymore than I can tell them for winter.  They appear to be in the same place to me.  But I believe what God has told us regarding their purpose.

So I turn my mind to what I can understand.  And apply myself to things I am able to do.  I can pray.  I can witness to the things I know.  I can testify regarding the Lord of Glory.  And I can trust that He is able to fill in the gaps, both for my understanding and the understanding of others.

Billions of years?  I’m concerned with the next 20 minutes.  How limited is man.  And God has done this.  Adam lived hundreds of years.  And so did many who lived at the beginning of man’s war with God.  I have lived less than 60.  What do I know of the night sky?  And if those people knew something of value, there is no record of their wisdom passed to us.  They are dead now.  And we are left to ponder such things without their help.  Does this make us less?  No.  For, even in their time, men died both old and young.  The amassing of wisdom is not the key to life’s meaning.  Nor is the gaining of knowledge regarding the world and the universe.  For when we die we come face to face to He who made all this.

My task is to try to notice His hand in everything I see and experience.  And I am to prepare myself to receive His instruction every moment of every day.  So the stars become a curious quandary to me.  A puzzle I have no way of putting together.  Though I admire their beauty in this pitch black sky, I am left to ponder the approaching moment of the Sun.  For the people will wake.  They will go about this world in a frenzied attack untill the moment of the Sun is passed.  And, again, the night lights of God will reign over man.

By the Lord Jesus I make my way in this Place of Testing.  And by the Lord Jesus I testify to His Glory.  This is the sum of my encounter with the stars in the early morning darkness.

Prepare me, Father, to receive the tasks which rightfully belong to a slave of Righteousness.  I am Yours by the Blood of Your Son.  Speak by Your wisdom.  Guide by Your eternal and powerful hand.  Your servant is listening.  May the peace you had before the foundation of the world return to You.  And may your servants worship you with that certain peace of knowing.  Praise the Lord God of all creation, all you saints of Glory.  For He is worthy of praise.

By His Grace.

Good Morning My Son.


tiny bird believes in values you believe in

As I wrote this morning, a little bird hopped through the door.  Afraid that it would come in too far and get in trouble by the windows as it came to understand its misstep, I whispered “hey, you don’t want to be in here”.  With one hop, my little friend left.  What a beautiful way for the Lord to say “Good morning my son.”

By His Grace.

Testimony Born of Trials.


John Bunyan's Tomb

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In a cell Pilgrim’s Progress was born.  And long after the penman’s body had turned to dust, the “scholars” of this world began to recognize the value of this chain birthed word of the Lord.  Since then, the work of God has found its home in the hearts of millions.

Has God placed you in a certain place of personalized suffering?  Do you own words of understanding born of stripes?  Speak with the wisdom of God.  Testify to His Glory.

By His Grace.

Are you?


A Solar Flare, image taken by the TRACE satell...

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Are you ready?

Are you watching?

Are you actively working through the Holy Spirit in the Work of the Lord?

The universe will see the Glory of God descend to earth.  The sky will rip open with the Holy Fire of God to reveal the Lord of Glory as He comes to gather His people.

Are you ready?

Are you watching?

Are you actively working through the Holy Spirit in the Work of the Lord?

By His Grace.

Pop a Pimple.


Pondering the possibilities for me, regarding the will of God for the remainder of my life, I fell upon something beautiful:

I spoke with a man who decidedly hates the word of God.  He suggested that it’s only fair that I entertain the writings of those who would tear at the Faith of God in Christ Jesus.  Without reservation, my response was that I am not interested in “fair” when it comes to dedication to my Lord.  I am singularly interested in His truth.  I have no need for the trash of man.  Such garbage is not for the godly to consume.  And such writings are mere speculation driven by a hatred for God and His people.

The beauty is that God has caused me to desire Him!  Every day, every moment, my sin is before me.  And every day, every moment, the Holiness of the Lord Jesus surrounds me.  What a beautiful pain to endure.  And so it is with all His people.  May it never cease in this place of testing.  May it grow to an uncomfortable level, forcing me to move from sin and into holiness!  And may the Lord of Life find pleasure in His creation.  May He provoke His people from glory to glory, that His Word will find fulfilment as the Transformer of death to Life.

As we might pop a pimple by the use of force from two fingers, may God force sin from our lives.

 

By His Grace.